Post by Makiro on Apr 2, 2009 13:42:26 GMT -5
Name: Sil Moon
Race: Kel Dor
Age: 26
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 134 lbs
Appearance:
By Kel Dor standards, Sil Moon is considered neither particularly handsome, nor particularly ugly. To be honest, he is nothing more - nor less - than an average Kel Dor male, with very few striking peculiarities. He generally clothes himself modestly, as he places no great value in physical appearance or outward shows of wealth.
Birth place: Dor'Shan, Dorin
Occupation: Journalist (with HNN) / writer.
Rank: Reporter
Bio:
Born on the strange, somewhat isolated world of Dorin, homeworld of the mysterious Kel Dor, Sil Moon led a surprisingly “ordinary” childhood. Born to Shath and Fel Moon, little over a quarter of a century ago, Sil’s early life was one neither of exceptional wealth, nor of exceptional poverty. His mother, Shath, an experienced doctor from a small village to the North of Dor’Shan, had married a Kel Dor spacer at a relatively young age, and moved to the capital to be with him. A few years later, they had a small son, and, through the traditional Kel Dor naming ceremony, he was called “Sil”.
Brought up to be a curious and inquisitive child, as well as one in whom the traditional altruistic – if a little harsh – Kel Dor approach to justice was firmly instilled, Sil could most often be found attempting to read one of the family's many holobooks, or, failing that, asking incessant - if intelligent - questions. At the age of four, Sil's parents sent the young Kel Dor off to the local school, where he began a basic education in important subjects such as Kel Dorian, Basic and mathematics. When not at school, Sil would spend his time with his father - and, on her days off, his mother - in the library, each taking turns to read to the other. After finishing the majority of the holobooks in the younglings' section of the library, the now ten-year old Sil decided that he would begin to write stories of his own, using his newfound skills to produce short tales for the enjoyment of his friends and family. His schooling only increased this passion, further fuelling his desire to write stories.
Whilst being an unusually solitary child at school, Sil did have two very close friends Klo Shaan - son of legendary Kel Dor politician All Shaan - and Ash Din - daughter of a lowly used-speeder dealer -, with whom he spent many a summer afternoon exploring Dor'shan and the surrounding terrain. Klo, Ash and Sil, whilst being nigh inseperable, came from very different backgrounds, and had surprisingly different interests and personalities. Klo, the sporty one, whose athletic talents and physical prowess in combat came in useful in various confrontations the trio found themselves faced with. Ash the popular one, whose numerous boyfriends and natural good looks earned her friends in all areas of their school. And Sil the clever one, whose bookish isolation and dedication to the pursuit of knowledge helped the trio to devise creative solutions to the many problems with which they were faced.
One day, shortly after Sil’s thirteenth birthday, his mother was visited by her sister, a Baran Do sage. The older Kel Dor brought with her a young apprentice, a little younger than Sil himself. The two young Kel Dor struck up an immediate rapport, and Sil set about writing a short story for the Baran Do apprentice, promising that he would present it to her the next time they met. Sadly, this was not to happen for quite some time; knowing that Sil and her apprentice had become good friends – a little too quickly in her opinion – Shath’s sister forbade them from ever meeting again. Returning to their respective studies – his at school, hers at the Baran Do Temple – they continued their lives as usual.
Three years later, on Sil’s sixteenth birthday, he and the Baran Do apprentice, whose name transpired to be Lith Thaan, met once more. He was taking a walk in the park near the Baran Do’s temple, something he often did when not studying or writing, when he spotted the younger female some way off down the path. Seeing him approaching, she stole away into some trees, knowing that whatever feelings she had for him were forbidden. He followed her, and soon stumbled across her hiding in a patch of bushes. She considered deceiving him with her control over the Force, but in the end decided to talk with him instead. Remembering what he had promised Lith all those years ago, Sil ran home and grabbed the story – which had taken pride of place in his writing desk ever since he had finished it. Returning to the park, he was dismayed to find Lith missing. As soon as he had left, she had fled once more, attempting to deny the feelings she had for him.
Half a year later, after having worked up a not inconsiderable amount of courage, Sil made his way to the Baran Do Temple. Finding his way to the window of Lith’s room, he romantically – if a little unoriginally – pelted small stones at the transparisteel, waking her. He called up to her, asking that they be allowed to talk, fearing the worst. Unexpectedly – and completely against her better judgement – Lith climbed down from the window, and led Sil out of the Baran Do grounds, back to the park where they had met six months ago. Now sixteen, she was beautiful, her skin a perfect hue of pinkish grey and her eyes deep and black. Sil presented her with the story he had written her many years ago, and, giving in to her feelings, she kissed him. This was the last time he was to see her for many years.
At the age of eighteen, he left Dorin for Alderaan. He had decided, thanks in no small degree to his love of writing and of language, that he would study for a degree in Galactic Basic. As a Kel Dor, and therefore a respected member of the Galactic Republic, Sil's Basic was by no means... well, basic. However, he made the decision that in order to utilise the language in any sort of professional capacity, it would be necessary to pursue more subtle and complex instruction in the intricacies and wonders of the spoken and written word. It was whilst studying at the University that he entered his first serious relationship, with a beautiful Alderaanian human named Shalia.
Half way through his time at the University, he discovered that his mother had been diagnosed with an incurable case of Ascomycetous Pneumoconiosis contracted from a patient who, in turn, had contracted it from an expedition to Tantajoc V, a jungle-infested world on the Mid Rim. The disease was a particularly nasty one, caused by the inhalation of mould spores found on certain humid, jungle worlds. Also called Fester Lung – a name which, as a literary-minded individual, Sil found far more descriptive – the disease usually killed its victims by literally cooking them in their own bodily fluids. A most unpleasant death.
A few days later, Shath Moon was declared dead, and Sil left Alderaan to return to Dorin for his mother’s funeral. This trip was a death sentence for his blossoming relationship with Shalia, who decided instead that she did not want to be in a relationship with an alien – something about which, apparently, she had always had reservations. Shalia used the opportunity to end the relationship, telling Sil that she wanted a relationship with someone “a little closer to home” – meaning, Sil later discovered, a human.
Taking a year out of his studies, Sil spent a while living at home with his father, and finally decided to turn his attention to writing. His first novel, Spice, the story of a young spice smuggler and his struggle to complete the Kessel Run in less than fifteen parsecs – leading, ultimately, to his success, and the death of his scheming half-uncle – was a complete failure, and every holopublisher imaginable turned it down. Deciding that it was time to return to University, he left Dorin for the second time and restarted his Galactic Basic course.
Three years later, at the somewhat older-than-usual age of twenty-four, he graduated from the University with honours, and returned to Dorin to resume his writing career. Attempting to revive the crudely written Spice, he spent the best part of another year writing and rewriting, desperate to iron out any plotholes, discrepancies and anachronisms. Sending it off to another set of holopublishers, he was dismayed to see his work rejected for a second time, and decided to lay the failed novel to rest for the time being.
Spending a few months brooding over what direction to lead his life, he eventually decided to use his passion for writing (and, of course, his University Degree) to pursue a life of journalism, realising that he could, perhaps, use that passion for some practical end. Using what little money he had left – as well as accepting a certain amount of financial help from his father – he travelled to the Galactic Capital, Coruscant, where he purchased a small apartment in CoCo Town, a comfortable district, characterised by colourful diners and other eateries.
Beginning as a freelance writer for the HNN – covering small events like muggings and street fights –, he began to build a name for himself, until, a little over two years ago, he was offered a job – albeit a rather underpaid one – as an official HNN reporter. He now travels around Coruscant, conducting official interviews with important figures and covering important Coruscanti events for the good citizens of the Republic. His next goal is to be allowed a position which will allow him to travel offworld and to cover stories on far-off, exotic worlds.
When not travelling to file reports for the HNN, he lives in his small apartment in CoCo Town, where he has begun once more to write. In all his time on Coruscant, he has only returned to Dorin once, to attend the marriage of Klo and Ash Shaan. His latest project, Shadows of the Jedi, will be – he hopes – the haunting story of a forbidden romance between to Jedi serving in the Mandalorian Wars. He has far higher hopes for this new novel, dreaming of the success that it will bring – as opposed to the disappointment brought by his earlier work. However, he does intend, one day, to return to Spice, once he feels the time is right.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 2
Alignment: +2
RP Sample:
Sil looked down at the glowing datapad before him and sighed; it had been a long time since he had attempted to write a novel. Picking up his pen, he pressed it to the luminous blue surface of the pad, and wrote, in neat Aurebesh, The Shadow of the Jedi.
He smiled to himself, proud of the title he had already chosen for his latest work. In his opinion, it perfectly reflected the way the main characters’ love was prohibited by the looming shadow of the Jedi Order, as well as giving a hint to the characters ultimate fate – the exact details of which he had not yet fully devised. Pressing his pen to the pad once more, he began to write.
The two lone Aurek Strikefighters shot through the vacuum of space, their orange thrusters drawing a clear line through the dark nothingness. Their pilots, a young male Twi’lek and an equally young human female, sat in complete silence, focussing their efforts on keeping their craft perfectly syncronised.
Jedi knight Uma Heth stroked his red lekku pensively as
Sil stopped scribbling, unsure where he was going with this.
“Kriffing Hutt slime!” He shouted in frustration, realising that much more preparation was in order. Slipping the datapad and pen back into his desk, he donned a jacket and left his apartment, locking the door behind him. He was going for a drink.
Race: Kel Dor
Age: 26
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 134 lbs
Appearance:
By Kel Dor standards, Sil Moon is considered neither particularly handsome, nor particularly ugly. To be honest, he is nothing more - nor less - than an average Kel Dor male, with very few striking peculiarities. He generally clothes himself modestly, as he places no great value in physical appearance or outward shows of wealth.
Birth place: Dor'Shan, Dorin
Occupation: Journalist (with HNN) / writer.
Rank: Reporter
Bio:
Dorin
Born on the strange, somewhat isolated world of Dorin, homeworld of the mysterious Kel Dor, Sil Moon led a surprisingly “ordinary” childhood. Born to Shath and Fel Moon, little over a quarter of a century ago, Sil’s early life was one neither of exceptional wealth, nor of exceptional poverty. His mother, Shath, an experienced doctor from a small village to the North of Dor’Shan, had married a Kel Dor spacer at a relatively young age, and moved to the capital to be with him. A few years later, they had a small son, and, through the traditional Kel Dor naming ceremony, he was called “Sil”.
Brought up to be a curious and inquisitive child, as well as one in whom the traditional altruistic – if a little harsh – Kel Dor approach to justice was firmly instilled, Sil could most often be found attempting to read one of the family's many holobooks, or, failing that, asking incessant - if intelligent - questions. At the age of four, Sil's parents sent the young Kel Dor off to the local school, where he began a basic education in important subjects such as Kel Dorian, Basic and mathematics. When not at school, Sil would spend his time with his father - and, on her days off, his mother - in the library, each taking turns to read to the other. After finishing the majority of the holobooks in the younglings' section of the library, the now ten-year old Sil decided that he would begin to write stories of his own, using his newfound skills to produce short tales for the enjoyment of his friends and family. His schooling only increased this passion, further fuelling his desire to write stories.
Whilst being an unusually solitary child at school, Sil did have two very close friends Klo Shaan - son of legendary Kel Dor politician All Shaan - and Ash Din - daughter of a lowly used-speeder dealer -, with whom he spent many a summer afternoon exploring Dor'shan and the surrounding terrain. Klo, Ash and Sil, whilst being nigh inseperable, came from very different backgrounds, and had surprisingly different interests and personalities. Klo, the sporty one, whose athletic talents and physical prowess in combat came in useful in various confrontations the trio found themselves faced with. Ash the popular one, whose numerous boyfriends and natural good looks earned her friends in all areas of their school. And Sil the clever one, whose bookish isolation and dedication to the pursuit of knowledge helped the trio to devise creative solutions to the many problems with which they were faced.
One day, shortly after Sil’s thirteenth birthday, his mother was visited by her sister, a Baran Do sage. The older Kel Dor brought with her a young apprentice, a little younger than Sil himself. The two young Kel Dor struck up an immediate rapport, and Sil set about writing a short story for the Baran Do apprentice, promising that he would present it to her the next time they met. Sadly, this was not to happen for quite some time; knowing that Sil and her apprentice had become good friends – a little too quickly in her opinion – Shath’s sister forbade them from ever meeting again. Returning to their respective studies – his at school, hers at the Baran Do Temple – they continued their lives as usual.
Three years later, on Sil’s sixteenth birthday, he and the Baran Do apprentice, whose name transpired to be Lith Thaan, met once more. He was taking a walk in the park near the Baran Do’s temple, something he often did when not studying or writing, when he spotted the younger female some way off down the path. Seeing him approaching, she stole away into some trees, knowing that whatever feelings she had for him were forbidden. He followed her, and soon stumbled across her hiding in a patch of bushes. She considered deceiving him with her control over the Force, but in the end decided to talk with him instead. Remembering what he had promised Lith all those years ago, Sil ran home and grabbed the story – which had taken pride of place in his writing desk ever since he had finished it. Returning to the park, he was dismayed to find Lith missing. As soon as he had left, she had fled once more, attempting to deny the feelings she had for him.
Half a year later, after having worked up a not inconsiderable amount of courage, Sil made his way to the Baran Do Temple. Finding his way to the window of Lith’s room, he romantically – if a little unoriginally – pelted small stones at the transparisteel, waking her. He called up to her, asking that they be allowed to talk, fearing the worst. Unexpectedly – and completely against her better judgement – Lith climbed down from the window, and led Sil out of the Baran Do grounds, back to the park where they had met six months ago. Now sixteen, she was beautiful, her skin a perfect hue of pinkish grey and her eyes deep and black. Sil presented her with the story he had written her many years ago, and, giving in to her feelings, she kissed him. This was the last time he was to see her for many years.
Alderaan
At the age of eighteen, he left Dorin for Alderaan. He had decided, thanks in no small degree to his love of writing and of language, that he would study for a degree in Galactic Basic. As a Kel Dor, and therefore a respected member of the Galactic Republic, Sil's Basic was by no means... well, basic. However, he made the decision that in order to utilise the language in any sort of professional capacity, it would be necessary to pursue more subtle and complex instruction in the intricacies and wonders of the spoken and written word. It was whilst studying at the University that he entered his first serious relationship, with a beautiful Alderaanian human named Shalia.
Half way through his time at the University, he discovered that his mother had been diagnosed with an incurable case of Ascomycetous Pneumoconiosis contracted from a patient who, in turn, had contracted it from an expedition to Tantajoc V, a jungle-infested world on the Mid Rim. The disease was a particularly nasty one, caused by the inhalation of mould spores found on certain humid, jungle worlds. Also called Fester Lung – a name which, as a literary-minded individual, Sil found far more descriptive – the disease usually killed its victims by literally cooking them in their own bodily fluids. A most unpleasant death.
A few days later, Shath Moon was declared dead, and Sil left Alderaan to return to Dorin for his mother’s funeral. This trip was a death sentence for his blossoming relationship with Shalia, who decided instead that she did not want to be in a relationship with an alien – something about which, apparently, she had always had reservations. Shalia used the opportunity to end the relationship, telling Sil that she wanted a relationship with someone “a little closer to home” – meaning, Sil later discovered, a human.
Taking a year out of his studies, Sil spent a while living at home with his father, and finally decided to turn his attention to writing. His first novel, Spice, the story of a young spice smuggler and his struggle to complete the Kessel Run in less than fifteen parsecs – leading, ultimately, to his success, and the death of his scheming half-uncle – was a complete failure, and every holopublisher imaginable turned it down. Deciding that it was time to return to University, he left Dorin for the second time and restarted his Galactic Basic course.
Three years later, at the somewhat older-than-usual age of twenty-four, he graduated from the University with honours, and returned to Dorin to resume his writing career. Attempting to revive the crudely written Spice, he spent the best part of another year writing and rewriting, desperate to iron out any plotholes, discrepancies and anachronisms. Sending it off to another set of holopublishers, he was dismayed to see his work rejected for a second time, and decided to lay the failed novel to rest for the time being.
Coruscant
Spending a few months brooding over what direction to lead his life, he eventually decided to use his passion for writing (and, of course, his University Degree) to pursue a life of journalism, realising that he could, perhaps, use that passion for some practical end. Using what little money he had left – as well as accepting a certain amount of financial help from his father – he travelled to the Galactic Capital, Coruscant, where he purchased a small apartment in CoCo Town, a comfortable district, characterised by colourful diners and other eateries.
Beginning as a freelance writer for the HNN – covering small events like muggings and street fights –, he began to build a name for himself, until, a little over two years ago, he was offered a job – albeit a rather underpaid one – as an official HNN reporter. He now travels around Coruscant, conducting official interviews with important figures and covering important Coruscanti events for the good citizens of the Republic. His next goal is to be allowed a position which will allow him to travel offworld and to cover stories on far-off, exotic worlds.
When not travelling to file reports for the HNN, he lives in his small apartment in CoCo Town, where he has begun once more to write. In all his time on Coruscant, he has only returned to Dorin once, to attend the marriage of Klo and Ash Shaan. His latest project, Shadows of the Jedi, will be – he hopes – the haunting story of a forbidden romance between to Jedi serving in the Mandalorian Wars. He has far higher hopes for this new novel, dreaming of the success that it will bring – as opposed to the disappointment brought by his earlier work. However, he does intend, one day, to return to Spice, once he feels the time is right.
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 3
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 2
Alignment: +2
RP Sample:
Sil looked down at the glowing datapad before him and sighed; it had been a long time since he had attempted to write a novel. Picking up his pen, he pressed it to the luminous blue surface of the pad, and wrote, in neat Aurebesh, The Shadow of the Jedi.
He smiled to himself, proud of the title he had already chosen for his latest work. In his opinion, it perfectly reflected the way the main characters’ love was prohibited by the looming shadow of the Jedi Order, as well as giving a hint to the characters ultimate fate – the exact details of which he had not yet fully devised. Pressing his pen to the pad once more, he began to write.
The two lone Aurek Strikefighters shot through the vacuum of space, their orange thrusters drawing a clear line through the dark nothingness. Their pilots, a young male Twi’lek and an equally young human female, sat in complete silence, focussing their efforts on keeping their craft perfectly syncronised.
Jedi knight Uma Heth stroked his red lekku pensively as
Sil stopped scribbling, unsure where he was going with this.
“Kriffing Hutt slime!” He shouted in frustration, realising that much more preparation was in order. Slipping the datapad and pen back into his desk, he donned a jacket and left his apartment, locking the door behind him. He was going for a drink.
I'm guessing it's a disease that only Kel Dor contract, though? Also, how did he find out about it?
